روايات وقصص ضمن Incubi

the incubus behind Abednego murmured to the other, clearly excited at the idea. Of course, Incubuses enjoy crunching the bones of their victims; it must be a real treat for a race fawned over with just a whiff of their scent, Abednego groaned. Glancing backwards at the one that held him from behind he cringed. Gone were the rough hands that had pinned him down so hard, and in their wake the silver-haired incubus' hands tightened roughly around his form digging into his flesh with no regard. Abednego senses, now immune to the being's glamour, were bombarded by the eagerness the two had to ravish his body. He could feel their readiness to violently tare his body in the most excruciatingly pain

The cool cedar fragrance turned ferociously aggressive. He clung to me like a drowning man to a lifeline, refusing to let me pull away by even an inch. I could feel the hunger and greed in his blood, thrashing against its restraints. His ice-cold fingers dug into my shoulder, too hard, leaving bruises. My phone flashed from the seat crack. I caught a new reply: "Oh right — heads up: male incubi in a state of intoxication or injury become EXTREMELY intense. They may lose all rational control. Enjoy."

The history of incubi. Unrelated to the Princes of Hell, but remain under their rule. Said to be the children of Lillith. Servants of Asmodeus. According to the theology, incubi would sneak into dreams, feed off sexual energy and assault unassuming women. Rarely the women would become pregnant with cambions, half-human and half-demon. Looking just like human children. More than likely, these children are gifted, but go through life unaffected by their paternity. Live and die like humans.

She leaned hard on those words, five hours, and I couldn't help thinking of all those joyless ten-minute stretches. I swallowed the sour ache and looked the woman on the couch dead in the eye. "Vivian, pack your things. You're fired." Her eyes went red, and the tears dropped right on cue. "Don't act rashly. I'm only doing this for you. Lucien's an AI incubus, and his arousal threshold needs stimulation or he'll glitch out from the pressure." "I just felt sorry for him, going unsatisfied for so long." That tore off the last fig leaf.

"Sean, that sleazy narcissist, doesn't even compare to you. Chad, believe in yourself! "Mind you, I'm a paid member. I command you to hurry up!" Hunger surged through me as I scanned their lewd comments. My succubus instincts stirred. "Chad, here's a secret." I licked my lips. "I'm not fully human. I'm a succubus. "That means that no matter what you do to me, however rough, I won't get hurt. It'll only excite me. "If you're not scared, I could even show you my tail. But for now, I want to see yours first…"

Then— Casually. Almost lazily. “Incubus.” The word hit like a blade. Lucas felt it. Not just in his mind. In his chest. A heavy, sickening drop. Incubus. The most dangerous. The most deceptive. The one who didn’t destroy outright— He corrupted. Lucas had never crossed him. Never challenged him. So why— Why Aria? His thoughts spiraled, fast and violent, but his face remained still. Too still.

The Supernaturals came like shadows spilling from a broken mirror. They weren't there one Moment, and the next they were all over the place. Maya wouldn't have necessarily had a problem with the sudden change. People were people to her, and she wasn't a people's person. But she can't help the feeling of dread she felt when she found out from an unknown source that Eric, the guy she's been dating for two years was a fucking Incubi. No, she wasn't fucking rascist. She would totally understand why he would hide what he was, she doubt she'd have believed him if he had told her the truth. What she couldn't stand however was the idea of him feeding on her for years.

"Oh Princess Veronica he is a werewolf with the powers of black magic. No matter how many times you slash his throat he would regenerate to life. The only way to end his disastrous deeds is to bury him alive." Veronica looked at the saint in deterrence but ultimately agrees to the learned man. "So be it. This is my command to bury Otaku alive." She declares aloud to her subjects. Otaku cried in plead but the princess turned a deaf ear. He had caused enough chaos in her kingdom. He was tied to a huge iron pillar with strong ropes. Long and big iron shields were nailed around him to bury him alive. Soon the monster's cries were muffled for the number of iron plates punched on his body bleeding

Gunderson asked. “The incubus knows who and what we are. Speak. Incubus. Introduce us.” Anders commanded. The incubus stood as if he were pulled up by invisible strings. He was pretty pissed about it. I managed to hold back my laughter. “Gentlemen, may I introduce you to the Vasili and Vasilia of the desire demons. Anders Damon and Madison Coto. The king and queen of my people.” He said stiffly and with a little sneer when he said ‘queen’.

He stops for few seconds, stares into my orbs and takes slow steps away from me as if bracing himself for me to over react when he's done speaking. "The thing about Carlin is, he has an odd hobby. Carlin is obsessed about keeping a high rate if body count, he keeps lots of mistress and sleeps with unmated she wolves in and outside the pack"